Want to feel old as dirt? Go back to college at 44 years old. Not only do I feel ancient compared to all the kids in their 21 Pilots shirts and Pink brand attire, my memory is completely shot. I am taking account, and anything to do with numbers is already not my forte. I've been sitting up all night watching youtube videos trying to memorize accounting formulas. Add a full time job to the mix, and I expect to crash and burn around Halloween.

But while I'm complaining, I'm also grateful for the chance to go back to school, and to perhaps have a meaningful career at some point. I have to do something that feels meaningful, otherwise why am I here? Not to punch in at Holiday Inn 40 hours a week for the next 30 or so years until I kick the can. Hopefully in two years I will have my funeral associate degree, and go on to work within the death-positive community to empower people to plan the death and memorial that they want, not the one the hospital and funeral industries sell them.